The Car Chase

Damian was staring at the ceiling. He was getting used to staring at the ceiling. He didn’t know what to do. Macy didn’t want to leave this place, and he felt compelled to not leave him behind, for some reason. If it weren’t for Macy he would have left a week ago. Unfortunately, the days continued to pass and Macy shrugged him off every time he tried to convince him to leave. He felt so utterly weak. Why did he feel like he had to stay? His rare splay of emotion at the bar had played over and over his head every day. He didn’t understand why only now he felt this way. His whole life he had believed that he was incapable of feeling. The few feelings he rarely felt were dull and easy to push away. So why is it changing now? He was laying there, contemplating this when his door opened. He sat up to see someone he didn’t expect. It was the man he had seen before, on that throne above the fighting arena. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and black jeans, and his blond hair was combed back. “Hello” He said, coming over. “Who are you and what do you want?” Damian asked, crossing his arms. He didn’t want this man anywhere near him, and was annoyed that he had just strode in. “I’m Crypto.” He offered Damian a hand to shake, but he just glared at him. “I saw you fight.” Crypto continued, putting his hand down after a moment. “So?”Damian didn’t like where this was going. “I want you to fight for me.” He explained. “I’ll pay you good money, and you can have all the drugs, alcohol and girls you want.” He smiled a wide smile, a smile that didn’t match the look in his eyes. “No thanks.” Damian said. Crypto paused, staring at him in surprise. “Are you serious?” Damian nodded. “Me and  Macy are leaving soon anyway.” He explained, “And I don’t like fighting.” Crypto’s kind demeanor went away. “I don’t care what you want, you're going to fight for me.” He said. “Nope.” Damian glared at him, trying to be as intimidating as possible. He stood, realizing he was taller than this dumb blond man. “I have let you stay here, and given you medical help, anything you need. The least you can do is repay me with labor.” Crypto argued. “I’m not doing it, but I’ll fight you if you don’t leave me alone.” Damian responded. Crypto hesitated. “I’ll turn you in” He said. “..What?” Damian paused, staring at him. Crypto grabbed his arm and pulled up his sleeve to show the tattoo on his arm. “I know you're a royal, and you're one of the most wanted men in this country at the moment.” Damian looked at his arm. I hate tradition so much. He thought. It always got him in trouble. “Fine, I’ll fight.” He said. Crypto let him go, smiling and opening his mouth to speak. Damian didn’t let him. He punched him in the nose as hard as he could, hearing a loud crack when his fist made contact. Crypto fell to the ground, holding his face. Damian shook his hand out, wincing. Guess he got what he wanted. Damian left the room, heading to Macy’s room. He had no choice but to leave now.

When Damian opened the door Macy was sitting on the bed. He was crying. Damian walked over, not sure what to do about the tears. “We gotta leave, I just punched an important guy.” He said. Macy stared at him. “W-What??” He wiped his face. “That blond guy, Crypto, wouldn't stop harassing me.” Damian explained. Macy looked down. “I miss my parents..” He murmured. Damian was stopped by this for a moment. Why was he bringing this up right now? They needed to leave. “That sucks, but if we don’t leave before he wakes up I will probably get shot or something.” He said. “If you don’t start walking I’ll pick you up.” Macy got up, sighing. “Let's go.”

It took them a while to track down the exit. This building, wherever they were, was like a maze. Eventually they found their way to an emergency exit. When they opened it an alarm started going off. Damian looked around. “Shit,” He grabbed Macy’s arm and dragged him to the closest car. He pulled on the handle. It was locked. He punched the window, shattering it immediately. His knuckles were beginning to ache. He unlocked the car and they both got in. Damian hotwired the car, finding it rather easy to turn the car on. “Buckle up” He told Macy, backing out of the parking lot. Macy buckles his seatbelt, gripping the door. Damian looked back at the building one more time to see people coming out the door, then pressed the pedal to the metal. They went flying down the road, going so fast they could feel the pressure pushing their bodies to the seat. Damian decided now was not the time to mention that last time he had driven a car he had crashed it. Two men on motorcycles followed them, both of them had shotguns in one hand. “Macy, look for a gun.” Damian said, taking a turn onto the highway. The road barely had any cars, which helped him to see that he definitely wasn’t in a highly populated area. Macy opened the glove department, searching for one. He soon found a small handgun, covered by a dirty rag. He tried to hand it to Damian, but it was pushed away. “I’m driving. It's your job to make sure those bastards don’t get close to us.” He said. “I can’t kill someone!” Macy exclaimed, staring at him like he was insane. “Shoot their tires then!” Macy rolled down his window and stuck his head out of it, holding the gun. His whole body was shaking and he clung to the window sill. The motorcycle guys were catching up. Macy fired a shot, but it went nowhere. One of them shot back at him and he quickly pulled his head back into the car. “Oh my god they're gonna kill us.” He said. “Not if you do your job” Damian responded. He took a sharp turn onto a small road. Macy hesitated. “Why can’t you do it?!” He exclaimed. Damian turned and locked eyes with him. “Do you want me to crash this car?” He asked. “No! Keep your eyes on the road!” Macy shrieked. Damian turned away and Macy stuck his head out again. He held the gun, putting his finger on the trigger. He raised the gun to shoot and then- he made eye contact with one of the motorcyclists. He was about the same age as him, with green eyes and fluffy hair. This was an innocent man. He couldn’t shoot him. The guy's bike suddenly flipped, as he hit a rock in the road. He went flying off his motorcycle. Macy covered his mouth, eyes wide. “MACY!” He flinched and pulled himself back into the car. “I can’t do this,” He said. Damian yanked the gun out of his hands, letting go of the wheel and hanging out his window, his foot still on the gas. “Damian!” Macy exclaimed. Damian fired a shot and there was a crashing sound. Damian pulled himself back into the car. “It's not that hard,” He said. Damian put his hands back on the wheel, looking at Macy. “I can’t believe you can’t-” Macy cut him off “LOOK AT THE ROAD-” That was all he heard before his entire world fell beneath him and his head slammed into the dashboard. 

Macy woke up to throbbing pain all over his body. He opened his eyes to see himself hanging upside down. The car was flipped, and he and Damian were stuck to the chair by the seat belt. He tried to move his arm and the car creaked, sliding to the side. He froze, heart racing. He looked over at Damian and almost threw up. Damian was unconscious, blood dripping from his hair, a huge piece of glass wedged into his abdomen and his arms and legs covered in smaller pieces. His mouth was open and dripping blood as well.  For a moment Macy thought he was dead, until he saw the faint rise and fall of his chest. Everything in the car was painted in scarlet, and the smell of death wafted in the air chokingly. Macy looked over himself and realized he wasn’t that much better off than Damian was. He was covered in small pieces of glass, and his head was right next to a huge shard of glass. If he had been any closer he would have been decapitated immediately. He felt around until he could find his seatbelt and unbuckled it. He fell, catching himself on his hands. His hands pressed into shards of glass and he cried out softly in pain. The car slid some more, creaking loudly. He felt something wet and looked to his side. The car was beginning to sink into a river. “Oh no no no..” He whimpered, stumbling to his feet. He came to Damian, searching for the seatbelt. He pressed the button to unlock it but.. It didn’t come undone. It was jammed. Macy pressed it down as hard as he could, pulling on the seatbelt. It stubbornly stayed locked, not letting him free his only friend he had. “Damian, wake up” He said, touching his head. Usually Damian would wake up the second someone touched him. This time he did not. Macy returned to tugging on the seatbelt. He wrapped his bloody hands around the belt and pulled down on it with all his weight, letting himself hang on it. After a moment it snapped free, sending both him and Damian to the floor. Macy picked him up, wincing at how heavy he was. He kicked the door, throwing it open. He crawled out, holding Damian protectively. He stumbled up a hill, sitting down at the top. He laid Damian down, examining him. He knew literally nothing about medicine, but he had to do something. Damian groaned softly, coughing. “Damian!!” Macy stared at him, eyes wide. Damian didn’t open  his eyes. Macy began to cry, feeling helpless. They were both going to die here, and there was nothing he could do. He pulled his knees to his chest, burying his face in them.